We have had a busy week with Uncle Raymond visiting. Monday he went with Todd and some of his buds to climb Mt. Hood...pictures of that to come when I'm not as pressed for time. And of our beautiful new front door, installed by the mountaineers Raymond and Todd. We went to a Corvallis Knights baseball game tonight and Trevor only just went to bed, after 10. It was a fun time, inexpensive family entertainment, and there's even beer. Trevor was obsessed with the mascot, Mac the Knight, pretty freaked out at first but once he realized "him happy" warmed up a little to him. Still, he wanted to know exactly where he was at all times. I'm not sure if he even realized there was actually a ball game going on.
Tomorrow we head off on a big adventure first to briefly visit Scott, Emily and Miles in Logan, Utah, then on to Jackson, Wy., where Todd will be presenting a talk at a plant pathology meeting and Trevor and I will be enjoying the beautiful scenery and wandering around the town. I have not packed a thing, but I think I'll just wait until the last minute and throw some stuff in the car and start driving down the road.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Saturday, June 7, 2008
I came across this in the news today:
Watermelon auctioned for $6,100 in Japan
Record-breaking sale comes after a pair of cantaloupes sold for $23,500
Record-breaking sale comes after a pair of cantaloupes sold for $23,500
TOKYO - A black jumbo watermelon auctioned in northern Japan fetched a record $6,100 Friday, making it the most expensive watermelon ever sold in the country — and possibly the world.
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Wow! There are many things about Japanese culture that I have trouble understanding, but this I can admire. Now I don't feel so bad about having consumed about $30 worth of organic grapes in the past week. I don't suppose anyone's looking for some really fancy rhubarb?
Thursday, June 5, 2008
The Next Blog
My sister really wants me to be a food writer and sell articles to magazines. I'm all for that! I thought a good start would be to set up a foodie blog (like a million other foodie blogs) to at least get some practice, then I could started raking in some coins. Well, maybe I'll just put the food stuff on this one for now since I'm too lazy to start a new one.
Trevor is walking around on the ceiling and walls and spinning around in circles, some of his favorite postprandial activities. I don't mind as long as I'm out of the puke zone. He's so dizzy he's falling down but he's demanding more. His favorite word today is NO.
So back to the food thing. For a while I was not much enjoying cooking, eating or thinking about food, and most especially not enjoying the smell of food, but I am relieved to report that I've moved past that and into the Weight Gain phase. I was talking food last night with the girls at ladies' night out, and someone mentioned rhubarb crisp. So tonight I made a rhubarb crisp and gobbled it up with ice cream. I've never grown rhubarb before, but some friends of ours dug a plant up for us last fall. We left it out in the cold in a plastic Safeway bag all winter, then found the dried up root ball a couple months ago and, miraculously, it was not dead. We planted it and it's just as happy as can be now. Such indifference to neglect! I admire this plant and yet I am...suspicious. While I do not have an overabundance, I'm beginning to divine the reason that people with blogs always ask their readers, zucchini-esquely, what to do all that rhubarb. I am not asking that, because as far as I'm concerned, nothing can top a simple rhubarb crisp made with fresh ginger, topped with vanilla ice cream. Unless your idea is AMAZING.
Incidentally, I saw some organically grown rhubarb (why would you ever need chemicals, except maybe to get rid of it?) at the coop for like 2.99 a pound or something. Maybe I should become a rhubarb farmer, now that's a lazy person's crop.
Trevor is walking around on the ceiling and walls and spinning around in circles, some of his favorite postprandial activities. I don't mind as long as I'm out of the puke zone. He's so dizzy he's falling down but he's demanding more. His favorite word today is NO.
So back to the food thing. For a while I was not much enjoying cooking, eating or thinking about food, and most especially not enjoying the smell of food, but I am relieved to report that I've moved past that and into the Weight Gain phase. I was talking food last night with the girls at ladies' night out, and someone mentioned rhubarb crisp. So tonight I made a rhubarb crisp and gobbled it up with ice cream. I've never grown rhubarb before, but some friends of ours dug a plant up for us last fall. We left it out in the cold in a plastic Safeway bag all winter, then found the dried up root ball a couple months ago and, miraculously, it was not dead. We planted it and it's just as happy as can be now. Such indifference to neglect! I admire this plant and yet I am...suspicious. While I do not have an overabundance, I'm beginning to divine the reason that people with blogs always ask their readers, zucchini-esquely, what to do all that rhubarb. I am not asking that, because as far as I'm concerned, nothing can top a simple rhubarb crisp made with fresh ginger, topped with vanilla ice cream. Unless your idea is AMAZING.
Incidentally, I saw some organically grown rhubarb (why would you ever need chemicals, except maybe to get rid of it?) at the coop for like 2.99 a pound or something. Maybe I should become a rhubarb farmer, now that's a lazy person's crop.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
What will I complain about now?
Hi. Thanks for the comments, Lacey and Anonymous Aunt. (I wonder who you are.) Whoo hoo! I have readers! I guess I'll have to find something else to complain about. Any ideas?
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Happy Second Birthday, Trevor.
We invited a few of Trevor's buddies over for pizza and cupcakes to celebrate his 2nd birthday. We wanted to keep it as simple as possible so we decided to make pizza instead of ordering it. No, actually, I just could not think of a good place to order pizza from! By the way, the cupcakes are definitely from a box.
Yesterday, a giant box arrived filled with toys from Grandma. Trevor is playing with his little people barn and fire engine (I think the barn is on fire!), and he keeps saying "Save my Huckle!," a line out of What Do People Do All Day. I hid away two of the toys for a rainy day, and am hoping he doesn't take to this really cool orange, yellow and black plush snake so I can keep it for myself.
Hot Chocolate or Iced Tea?
It is one of those days where I can't figure out if I should drink something cold, or something hot. Should I make soup for dinner, or break out the barbecue? Sunny one moment, cloudy and windy the next.
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